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World to Explore: Rebirth Harley Quinn

New Orleans, if Harley had known she likely still would have stumbled across the Murder Captial - closely followed by Gotham of course. There were dark sides to every city, only just hidden beneath the surface covered by flashing lights and tourist spots. Whether it was drunks in bars and other less savoury sorts, Harley always got herself tangled up in the shadow even when it was by complete accident. She wanted a change of scenery, a vacation if you’d like and she was letting the wind run through her pigtails. Choosing streets at random to explore Harley had stumbled across the French Quarter. The blonde new her french, but her accent was...comme ci comme ca . She never realised she needed something, but the strange and unusual pulled Harley in, like a dog on a leash and a curiosity that landed her in more circumstances than it should have.

She had no idea what this shop could do for her, but it was certainly worth a chance in asking. It seemed mysterious and was a striking contrast from her scid-dipped skin, red and black hotpants, matching top and pink and blue bunches in her mostly-blonde hair. In a lot of places she’d have stood but in a place like Los Angeles where the majority of people took time out of their day to try and stand out from the crowds, Harley was left alone to explore the hustle bustle and that was the reason she tentatively pushed open the door to the shop.

Harley didn’t know if she’d imagined the little bell, or whether it had rang out but the snake was the first thing to catch her attention. She wasn’t exactly a fan of reptiles, aside from maybe her old Squad friend Killer Croc, but he was an exception. “Not exactly the exotic pet I’d go fer but everyone’s different ain’t they?” She smiled to herself before looking around again. There was a chill in the air she couldn’t explain although granted, Harley rarely put on her jacket even when it was cold. It wasn’t exactly the typical cold though. Like the air had no capability of warming up.

Picking up one of the candles at random she pretended to study it before glancing over at the male she presumed to own the place. At the start of her life, before her encounters with the Joker, Harleen would have perceived herself as quite the skeptic, but Harley Quinn had been a lot in her life and that meant that not everything could simply be taken at face value. “This ain’t a candle that’s like gonna go kabloowie on me is it? I’m just look fer a present an’ I think I want it t be a little different but not like so different that it’s gonna tkae my head up. Ruin the environment on me too much and I’ll have hell t’pay fer anyways.” What Harley hadn’t considered was the issue of burning a candle in the first place and the flame near her bestie’s plants. Ivy treated them like her own children. Still glancing at the candle, Harley spoke aloud although it was unclear whether she was talking to the candle, or to the man who owned the shop. ❝ What exactly do you do anyways? ❞

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